Chapter 211
As soon as Amelia walked into the living room, she saw Patrick with a ss of wine in his hand,
which he was drinking without restraint.
Amelia only remembered that he liked to smoke when he was upset, but didn''t know he could drink.
"Hi, Mr. Meng, I''m back." She slipped on her slippers and strode over and sat down next to Patrick.
Patrick nodded and looked at her with keen eyes. "Where did you go? Why did youe back so
late?"
"I went to the hospital to visit Uncle Ryan. " Amelia said truthfully.
Patrick took a ss, poured a ss of red wine, and handed it to Amelia, "Have a drink with me."
Amelia was inwardly relieved as he didn''t seem to care that she had visited Ryan.
After taking a sip from her ss, she asked curiously, "You rarely drink at home. Is something
bothering you? Can you talk to me about it?"
Patrick was sad and didn''t answer it.
It was definitely sending a message to her that even if something happened to him, it was none of
her business.
Amelia shrugged, put the ss back down and said as if nothing had happened, "I''m going to
cook."
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Patrick adjusted to a morefortable sitting position and saidnguidly, Tve already eaten."
Amelia subconsciously asked, "With who?"
Where was he socializing today other than at Paisley''s to change his medication? Why didn''t he
take care of his health?
Seeing her look nervous, Patrick chuckled, "No one, just hanging out with Charles and William."
Amelia leaned in close to sniff his cor. He still had that familiar scent of tobo and freshly
stained wine, but other than that she didn''t smell any woman''s perfume.
By her sudden approach to him, Patrick was not shy about reaching for her waist, and then he
covered her down, confining her densely between the couch and himself.
And the expensive wine ss that had been held in Patrick''s hand had been left on the carpet.
His unexpected movement caused Amelia''s animated eyes to widen slightly with tension, and she
didn''t dare move for fear of identally hurting the wound on his arm.
Looking down into her eyes, Patrick''s expression was serious as he asked, "You''re not resisting?"
Amelia was blunt: "I''m afraid of hurting you."
Patrick watched her carefully, "Why are you being so nice tonight? Aren''t you usually the one who
loves to antagonize me and make me angry?"
Amelia was determined with a convincing strength, "Mr. Hopper, can you please not think so badly
of me, I''m really sorry for hurting you."
Patrick then smiled, his tone soft butpellingly sharp, "I thought Mrs. Hopper didn''t care
anymore at all except for Ryan and Shawn."
Amelia scowled, "Why would Mr. Hopper think that? I saved Shawn out of interests, and I went to
see Uncle Ryan out of duty. You not only don''t think I''m a good wife, but you''re also ming me for
snubbing you for them. Do you think that is right?"
She''s got a point.
Of course, Patrick understood what she meant.
It was in everyone''s best interests to save Shawn because Shawn was the spokesman of " the
Water of Life". If Shawn was sick, "the Water of Life" shoots would be dyed, which would
undoubtedly prolong the time of Roxxon Corporation''s investment.
Visiting Ryan was out of duty because it was Patrick who pissed Ryan off and caused him to sick in
the hospital, and Amelia going to visit him was indirectly atoning for Patrick''s sins. When Patrick
thought about it that way, she did do the right thing.
But he was not satisfied.
"Mrs. Hopper, you''re actually doing these things very unnecessarily."."
"Oh?" Amelia blinked and said, "Why?"
"First, if Shawn Haward''s sick, the worst thing I can do is terminate my contract with him and find
another celebrity to rece him. Money? Roxxon has no shortage of it, and so do I. And second,
instead of feeling guilty, I''m happy to see Ryan Quartley stay in the hospital, and of course, I''d be
happier if you stopped associating with him starting
tomorrow."
Amelia muttered in discontent, "You''re so selfish. Why don''t you even think about people''s
feelings?"
He didn''t take other people''s lives seriously. This man is a cold-blooded!
Patrick felt a little tired and said, "Never mind, you won''t understand why I said so, now lie here with
me for a while, but you don''t talk anything."
Amelia was sleep-deprived. Since she hadn''t eaten or bathed, how could she sleep now?
Patrick closed his eyes right after he said that, his slender and sturdy body pressed against her and
she just couldn''t resist.
Patrick was thinking of something else with his arm around Amelia. When having dinner tonight, he
heard Charles mention that Sissi had been getting a divorce from her husband ...
At the time Patrick was feeling very mixed emotions, if Sissi hadn''t dumped him and chosen to
leave the country, what would have happened to them now?
Shortly after, Patrick fell asleep, and before going to sleep with that primal urge within him, he
summoned the one''s name that hurt him so much, "Teacher..."
Amelia froze and immediately made the connection as to who the teacher was.
So he was drinking tonight just for Sissi?
Thest time Patrick drunkenly slept with her and justifiably said it was her birthday, actually he was
using her as a stand-in for his teacher!
Gross, it was so gross!
Many times he misunderstood and used her of having an affair with another man, but her
conscience was clear that it was all a fake!
But what about him? He acted as if he was devoted to her, but there was always someone hidden in
his heart, a lover he could never abandon no matter what!
It was obvious that who was worse!
Amelia really needs to wake up to the fact that his restraint and discipline of you were nothing more
than out of a man''s desire for control and machismo!
His concern was that if her actions would bring shame to the entire Hopper Family!
Amelia''s eyes starting to tear up with grief and anger, she couldn''t stand it any longer and fought
back, trying to push this hateful man on her away.
But even so, she was subconsciously mindful of Patrick''s injuries and didn''t dare push him as hard
as she could to keep from hurting him.
She realized this and disliked herself for being so humble. Although he had hurt her and caused her
pain many times, he could act as if he didn''t care, but if he got hurt even just a little bit, she would
be guilty.
Patrick was keeping his guard up, he woke up when Amelia twisted him twice, and he looked at her
speechlessly, dissatisfied, "Why didn''t you go to sleep? What''re you doing?"
Amelia turned her head so he wouldn''t see her teary eyes and said in aggravation, "I''m so
overwhelmed by you. Let me get out of here."
Patrick thoughtfully shifted into a position where they were lying on their sides on the couch. During
that time, his arm remained dominantly wrapped around her tiny waist, "Is that okay?"